How hard is it
to find something to do in life, something that
makes you happy and makes people happy too, to have
everyone agree with you and support you in your
every last action and word?

How hard is it
to find love, to find someone that tells you I love
you and cares about you - and to make it worse, how
hard is it to keep them with you once you have
found them?

Thatís my
case, I love someone I canít have, she lives far
away and I canít be with her. People instead of
understanding they judge me, my creators are my
killers, the ones I turned to for help turned their backs on
me; Iím alone. Here I am, sitting on an empty
space, trying to figure things out. They just keep
on getting more confusing. What to do, where to go,
what to say? Over and over again, haunting me,
killing me inside.

Around in
circles I walk, around rooms full of walls, no
exits, no signs of help, no light to guide me. Just
darkness and loneliness. My heart and strength are
with her. I canít even cry because I have no more
power, unwilling to do anything, no faith. People
think is just a moment that will pass, they donít
know all the long and lonely nights of pain and
suffering I endure.

They all think
and say, donít worry itíll pass, youíve been there
before, but what do they know? They donít know how
to fix a broken heart, fix confusion in a mind full
of doubts and dead ends. No one knows how, they all
just turn around and ignore what they canít
understand.

No one can
understand confusion.

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